tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post115278159145027270..comments2024-01-17T06:34:48.599+00:00Comments on The Far Queue: Reflections in a Golden IGarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15637097897454660933noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post-1153108113335134092006-07-17T04:48:00.000+01:002006-07-17T04:48:00.000+01:00hurmphhhh i like my mirror and when i need to see ...hurmphhhh i like my mirror and when i need to see things not sean in me i go to my mirror scary sometimes what i see but its allways me weather i like it or not its a refelection of my self in reverse.littlebitofsonshinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17683688523111570800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post-1153002474458907482006-07-15T23:27:00.000+01:002006-07-15T23:27:00.000+01:00Tim - you shall henceforth be known as 'he who was...Tim - you shall henceforth be known as 'he who was once spottyface' :}<BR/>Zatikia - I suspect that most mirrors would be grateful for a rest - can you imagine how tired the one in Tom Cruise's bathroom is?Garthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15637097897454660933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post-1152988558295287542006-07-15T19:35:00.000+01:002006-07-15T19:35:00.000+01:00Perhaps mirrors fall in love and long for the next...Perhaps mirrors fall in love and long for the next glimpse, mourning down thru time those images lost.Poor mirror, no choice who gazes into it.Rancho Perros Bravoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00061367726832695675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23064466.post-1152963056557179692006-07-15T12:30:00.000+01:002006-07-15T12:30:00.000+01:00Speak for yourself. The back of my head knocks spo...Speak for yourself. The back of my head knocks spots off the front bit.Tim Fhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14681067872556519250noreply@blogger.com